The third chapter has arrived!! And with Robert and Johnny!

Thanks again to all my reviewers!! You really do wonders for my self esteem!

Disclaimer: (I realized I forgot this on the second chapter XD) I do not own Beyblade or any of the characters. I simply own this plot.

The boy stepped out from the relative comfort of the limo and into the chilly air. It always seemed to be cold and wet in Scotland, he thought.

The driver picked up the boy's luggage and followed him up the steps of the dreary-looking mansion. He set then down to knock on the door using an intricate door knocker. The door was soon opened by an elderly butler who addressed the boy first.

"Master Robert, we've been expecting you." the butler then stepped aside, allowing Robert to pass.

As the German looked around with mild interest, the butler dismissed the limo driver then picked up the boy's luggage and set it down off to the side.

"This way." he said, leading the purple haired boy to the living room.

When they entered the room, Mrs. McGregor stood to greet her young guest. "Hello Robert. Did you come all this way by yourself?"

"Hello Mrs. McGregor. Yes, I came alone." was the polite response.

"Have your parents left on their trip yet?"

"Yes." Robert said plainly, aware that the woman was looking at him with curiosity. This made him slightly uncomfortable, and he wished she would look somewhere else.

"Will that be all Mrs. McGregor?" the butler asked, forcing the Scotswoman to look his way.

"Yes, thank you. Will you send Robert's things to his room?"

The older man nodded before departing to do as he'd been asked.

Mrs. McGregor went back to staring at Robert. She knew it was rude, and probably made him feel awkward, but she couldn't get past how oddly proper he looked for someone so young.

"May I sit down?"

"What? Oh yes, of course." she was yanked from her thoughts as the boy asked his question. Kristen noticed how he sat on the comfortable chair as though it were wooden and straight-backed. She took a seat herself, choosing the couch.

She was about to say something to Robert when her husband entered the room and she stood up once again. It was the early evening, and normally they would be at work now, but they'd stayed home to take care of their son.

"Don, this is Robert. Robert, this is my husband." she introduced the two.

Mr. McGregor turned his attention towards the German and nodded in greeting. "Robert."

"Hello."

The Scotswoman also noticed the boy didn't talk much, although that would probably change once he became more comfortable.

She looked back to her husband, "How's Johnny?" she asked with a tired voice that sounded as though it had asked that question many times before.

Don sighed, "Well, he's running a fever—his highest yet—and he's in a terrible mood...won't let anyone near him."

Now it was her turn to sigh as she shook her head. "Why did he have to do that? I really wish he would calm down some." she sounded exhausted.

"It's not entirely his fault, he's just not coping with things well at all." her husband tried to reassure her some.

The boy on the chair cleared his throat in the most polite manner possible, successfully getting the adults' attention. "What happened?" the question was lightly coated with concern.

"Well," Kristen McGregor began, "last night, Johnny ran away. We were horrified, we had people searching all over for him! They finally found him this morning, curled up under a tree in some park and soaked to the skin! He's had a high fever ever since."

"Can I go and see him?"

This question caught the couple by surprise.

"Well..." the woman began, looking at her husband.

The man sighed once more, he hadn't really been into this idea from the start and didn't want his son to do emotional harm to this boy. "Robert, I'm sure you've been warned about his behavior. Johnny's not really—"

"Can I please go and see him?"

There was a moment of silence as both of Johnny's parents looked at Robert strangely. They certainly hadn't expected the boy to be this eager to enter the chaos.

"I think we should tell you the whole story first...I'm assuming your parents didn't tell you what happened in much detail?" Mrs. McGregor broke the silence.

But Robert was adamant, "I'm sure Johnny will tell me himself when he feels like it."

Kristen turned toward her husband. "What could it hurt?"

Don still wasn't too sure about the idea, "A lot?" he whispered to her so that Robert couldn't hear.

"It'll be fine." she whispered back sternly.

"Alright, I suppose it'd be okay." The Scotsman gave in.

They ceased their whispering and turned back to Robert, only to find he'd been watching them. Mrs. McGregor wasn't very surprised after what she'd observed about the boy.

"You can go see him..." she told the young German, "just be...cautious...okay?"

Robert stood up. "Of course."

"I'll take you to his room." Don offered. He then led the boy out of the room, his wife watching them go. Then they climbed the main staircase, and finally reached Johnny's room.

Mr. McGregor knocked carefully on the door.

"Go away and leave me alone already!" the voice was genuinely angry. Robert supposed this wasn't the first time someone had knocked that evening.

"Johnny, open up. Robert's here." Don tried to persuade his son.

But the boy was being very stubborn. "I don't care! Now go away and stay away!"

The man shook his head and turned to Robert. "See? I don't think we should disturb him now..."

Robert didn't seem to hear. He reached out, turned the doorknob, and stepped into the room closing the door behind him.

Don went to follow, but his wife's voice stopped him. "Leave it. I think some company might do him good."

The two then returned to the living room, waiting to see if Robert would come back down.

Robert noticed the lights in the room were dimmed and wondered why. But he didn't have much time to ponder this however, because Johnny had noticed his presence.

"Who are you?" the question had a harsh tone to it.

"Robert." the German answered plainly.

"Oh, yeah, they told me you'd be coming. What are you doing here?" Johnny seemed to have been ignoring his father when he'd announced Robert's arrival minutes ago.

Robert noticed the voice still sounded mean, but nevertheless took a few more steps into the room. "I'm here because your parents are concerned."

He could see Johnny now; a figure with messy red hair lying on the bed with his arms crossed. As though he didn't want to be lying there, but had no choice in the matter.

Robert wandered still further into the Scot's room, walking right up to the side of the bed. Johnny glared up at him.

"What?" the redhead demanded.

"I was simply looking at you." Robert replied coolly.

"Well quit it!" Johnny snapped, "And get the heck out of my room!"

"No." came the simple answer, which only seemed to annoy the Scotsman more.

"What?!" Johnny obviously used to being denied.

"I spoke quite clearly." the German was starting to get annoyed himself.

The redhead grunted in his own annoyance and anger. "Fine, stay if you really want to that bad." He then turned his head away from Robert, trying to ignore the fact that he was there.

A long silence followed, in which Robert looked around the huge room. He occasionally glanced back down at Johnny with slightly disapproving eyes.

The older of the two also noticed that someone—maybe a more than one someone—had been in here before him and tried to help the Scottish boy. There was a chair next to the bed—which he noticed because Johnny was glaring at it as though it had done him personal harm. Someone had also brought food (it was on a tray on the bedside table), but Johnny had barely touched it, if he'd even eaten any of it at all.

Finally, Robert spoke again, "I heard you spent last night in a park."

"Yeah, before I was dragged back here and fussed over."

"Why did you run away?" the ruby eyed boy decided to get straight to the point.

"Why do you care?! It's none of your business anyway." his voice never seemed to drop its angry, slightly bitter tone.

"It's your parent's business. But I guess you already told them."

The redhead on the bed shifted a little, though he was still not looking at Robert. "They didn't ask. They were too busy making sure I wasn't dead, and besides, they probably have some idea why..." this last part sounded slightly more cautious, but not any less harsh.

Robert also noticed Johnny's voice also seemed to have a permanent sarcastic tone to it, although this was the other boy's natural voice. (A/N: Am I the only one who noticed how Johnny's voice just sounds sarcastic?)

He decided it was time for some sarcasm of his own, "I'm sure they were overjoyed to discover that you were alive."

Johnny rolled over quickly on his bed to look at Robert, "Why don't you just get out of here and leave me alone already? I'm not going to tell you anything." his eyes were just as harsh as his voice now.

The German didn't seem unsettled (although he was plenty angry on the inside) and replied: "Do you have something you should tell me?"

The Scotsman continued to glare at him for a while, then looked his new, unwanted companion up and down. Johnny sat up and glared into the red eyes. "Nothing. No matter what my parents told you, I don't need help!" he glanced down at his hands then continued glaring at Robert. "I don't think you'll stick around long anyway."

"Your parents would disagree. Besides, I'm stuck here until my own parents get home from their business trip."

With that, the Jurgen turned and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

Inside the room, the Scot huffed and lay back down, seething in his feverish state. He did not think that this stubborn boy would help any more than the others had...his parents had finally lost it.

Robert, meanwhile, had returned downstairs—only to be escorted up once again after only a brief discussion with the McGregors.

They'd seemed convinced he would want sent home, and had been surprised by his want to stay. He could be stubborn at the worst times, and would have probably left were it not for that.

They had also wanted to know what happened up there in Johnny's room. Robert had simply told them that Johnny hadn't told him anything. They seemed discouraged by the fact, but Kristen had reminded her husband that it was only the first day and their son was in a bad mood to begin with.

Then the same butler who had taken his bags up before him showed Robert to his room. It was the one next to Johnny's.

Presently, Robert was lying on his bed, positioned on his stomach with his head resting on his hands. He was thinking about his encounter with his new neighbor.

The redhead had come across as ill tempered and seemed to posses a strange bitterness. Robert didn't know why yet, and even though both his parents and Johnny's had offered to explain the reason, the boy was determined to get Johnny to trust him enough to tell Robert himself what had happened.

All Robert knew was that some sort of accident (as he'd heard it referred to by everyone) was to blame.

The thoroughly exhausted German sighed. This was going to take a long time.

There you go!

I feel like I may be exaggerating a little, although Tori has reassured me that kids over-exaggerate things and since I'm writing about kids I have a reason to do that. I still think I'm taking it a little too far.

Oh well, decide for yourself once you read more.

(Just so you know, Johnny's parents don't stay home everyday to take care of him, they were just there because of the fact that he had a high fever. Don and Kristen? What was I thinking when choosing those names? I can be so strange sometimes.)

Review and tell me what you think!

*gaspeth* I actually checked this one before posting it! That's something new...hopefully it will reduce errors.